And leave some room for doubt You're just handing out bad reputations Why don't you shut your mouth? Overnight sensation All mouth and no soul The bad
up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E The criminal of the ruthless posse Fuckin' it up [word up] iz what we do The reputation
I know I got a bad reputation and it isn't just talk, talk, talk If I could only give you everything You know I haven't got I couldn't have one conversation
clothes your wearing and the women in your bed Can't take away the faces of the men that you've left dead As you ride across the bad lands with a price
calling... turned the granary Oh what an education Too bad, too bad Oh what a reputation Baby in a plastic bag Well I don't like your face Well I don
say and what you do For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew Bring in, baby, you ready? I got stock in this game Got a bad reputation for
I know I got a bad reputation And it isn't just talk, talk, talk If I could only give you everything You know I haven't got I couldn't have one conversation
deh me feel it now. Listen the lyrics and follow the musical murder rate You better be sure about it before you test the bad man Me leggo the 'matic
think I'm bad and I got no manners You're afraid, think that I am mean I am a sister with a reputation But you're a fool and I am free It's just too bad
She was a brown skin, ebony honey that love hip hop Cut off tank-top, she make your whole face drop Hotbox, like it or not, she don't care what I got
niggas bring it to you and your whole crew Bring in baby, you ready? [Chorus] I got stock in this game Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to
way around and thank them back somehow, My bus stop was infront of my house, 8:30 in the morning was my new time to bounce, 1st day of school wasn't so bad
and a living hell, I'm back Back on the track Bad reputation, freedom's my desire I tried to clear my name, I came under fire A bad situation was a way
little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you I ain't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you I guess I got a bad attitude Verse
low, she's a professional Around the Carolina hood see Most niggas called her hoe and diss her 'Cause shes slowly growing up to be like her older sister She got a bad reputation
projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation
a reputation You had a smile on your face too soon Too bad you never learned the tune Without me, who loves you now You had a smile on your face too
this reputation you??? like to keep until the end in fucked up situations you??? save your face and lose a friend this must be why i feel sick from the bad